Somebody

Somebody roamed the woods on a spring day and watched the sun as it stood in the sky.

Somebody found the place… the place for a home and place for the ages.

Somebody picked through the undergrowth of the woods to collect the stones for the foundation and for the hearth.

Somebody felt the aches and pains of the toil of labor in the construction of the walls and they felt the pride of ownership of a hard days work.

Somebody sat in the shade of the oaks and pines that protected their home from the winter winds.

Somebody sat on the ground with their family and watched the children run through the wood and boards that yearned for purpose.

Somebody looked into the eyes of their loved ones and smiled with joy as the smoke from the chimney filled the land with the aroma of life.

Somebody laughed with joy within these walls… and cried the tears of sadness.

Somebody grew old here and remembered the years…

Somebody looks upon these ruins and tries to hear the voices of the past...

                                                                 Shannon R Killman